𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮- 𝒦𝓁𝒶𝓊𝓈 𝐵𝒶𝓊𝒹𝑒𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

Chapter 11

"Here are your bags-" Klaus said, bending down to pick up the luggage. 

"Klaus?"

He recognized that voice. 

He looked up to find...

"Y/N" Klaus breathed. 

Both of them just stood there. For a solid five seconds. 

Until Y/N lunged and embraced him with so much force he had to take a few steps back to regain balance. 

He embraced her back, returning the gesture. Oh, how he had missed her. He certainly could have used her company at the "In" Auction, The Vile Village, The Hostile Hospital or the Carnival-

No, not the Carnival. He couldn't tell her what had happened to Miss Caliban just yet. It would break her heart. He forgot about that truly unfortunate event for now.

Oh, how she had missed him. Over the past few months, she had so much she'd wanted to tell him, his siblings, and the Quagmires, only to realise she couldn't. 

They pulled back from the hug to look at each other. 

Damn, Y/N thought. He'd certainly gotten taller. His features were also more defined, Y/N felt her cheeks getting hotter. 

Klaus just admired her. She had gotten even more beautiful. How was that even possible? 

He looked away with a cough, causing Y/N to do the same. 

"Where's Sunny and Violet? Why are you dressed as a concierge?  What adventures have you guys encountered? Tell me everything!" Y/N spoke with excitement. 

Klaus had missed her bright personality. 

"Y/N what's taking so long? Did the hotel misplace our baggage-" Y/N's father started to speak. He then saw a certain young man looking exactly like his dead best friend. However, he knew that it couldn't be Bertrand. 

"You must be Klaus?" F/N spoke as he held out his hand for Klaus to shake. 

"Yes sir, a pleasure to meet you," Klaus said as he went to shake Y/N's dad's hand.  

"Glad to finally meet you, Klaus, Y/N's spoken a lot about you."

Y/N blushed a crimson red. 

"O-Oh really?"

"Oh yes. Always talking about how smart you are and how-"

Klaus internally burst out laughing.

"Dad, that's enough! Anyway, here are our bags, would you mind taking them inside while I go around the hotel to chat with Klaus?" 

"Of course dear, great seeing you Klaus." Y/N's dad spoke as he grabbed their bags and headed into the room. 

Y/N closed the door behind her and walked ahead at a furiously fast speed, wanting to get as far away as possible from the site of embarrassment. 

Klaus chuckled to himself quietly before jogging to catch up with her. 

"Anyways, what are you doing at this hotel?" Klaus enquired curiously. 

Y/N beckoned Klaus to come closer, so no one would hear what she was about to tell him. 

"My parents are a part of this secret organisation called V.F.D. They got this message from a certain 'J.S'. They think it's this man called Jaques Snicket."

Klaus knew it couldn't be Jaques Snicket. 

"It isn't Jaques Snicket." 

"Why not?"